Vote for a Story! [7/23/2019]

[Mee]

Hello, hello! It's been a while, and first thing's first, the next chapter for Sheltered will be coming soon, if ya were curious. Moving on, I'm going to be adding another story alongside it! What I'm doing though is a little different from usual... I have a few ideas for what to write, and I feel each once has their own fun to writing it, but where it gets interesting is that you are the one who decides! Below are 3 samples, each from a different story. Each one is its own introduction and not an excerpt, so if it gets you hooked, then vote for that one! I'll be attaching a poll which you can use to vote for whichever sample you liked the most. Each one already has a story idea developed for it, so the winner of the poll is what I'll run with, and will continue to write for it. So until you vote, please give each entry a fair chance, then pass judgement.I'll be checking the poll in a few days. Thanks for reading!

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Entry #1

“Alex, hon? Do you have your bags with you?”

“Mom, for the thousandth time,” the Little scoffed. “Yes, I do. It was with me when we checked in our bags, it was on the boat ride over, it was with me when we got off, and it was with me--oh, wait, that’s now,” visibly annoyed, she gestured to the suitcase on wheels next to her. Honestly, sometimes it felt like wasted energy dealing with her mom’s questions at times. Especially now that they were on the mainland, she seemed so needlessly uptight…

“I know, I know,” her mother’s inner brows tilted upwards, looking almost apologetic. “I worry, that’s all. I want this all to go perfectly for you… Being here scares me; for your sake and mine...” She quickly side-eyed something that never existed, peering over her shoulder just briefly.

“I know you feel that way, but trust me, it’s going to be fine!” Within her limited scope of being a young-adult, Alex paid little mind to the countless giants they passed as she and her mother moved through the terminal with her luggage in tow. “The website advertised it as a school with an extremely high Little to Amazon ratio anyways, so I’m sure the campus will be pretty awesome.”

From out of Alex’s vision, her mother twiddled her thumbs in an almost mild panic, almost embarrassingly catching the gazes of those much larger than them; their faces responding with eerie smiles, or seemingly simple grins with undertones of predatory stares…

“...And you’re sure everything’s been taken care of?” She tried to keep her eyes locked on her daughter, or anything closer to the ground. “I know your tuition is paid, but you know your dorm and class schedule?”

“I’m going to college, mom, not preschool.” Mildly irritated, Alex chose to entertain herself with her phone as they moved forward. Though, that venture died fast when the screen read “No service.” She sighed. As great as the mainland sounded, it really sucked that they didn’t accommodate island services, strangely enough. Probably because there was no need supporting inferior tech...

“Not only can I take care of that stuff myself, but yes, they did say in one of the emails that it was all taken care of. They’ll tell me once I get there.”

More than the finer details though, Alex was almost shaking with anticipation; finally moving off and on to college! Off the islands to boot! Her whole life she’d been sheltered by the Little lifestyle, but there was so much more diversity to enjoy on the mainland! Yes, she heard about some of the social disparity between Littles and Amazons, but that probably wasn’t too big of a deal… The countless lectures in class about what the Amazons might do to you once you were caught, but Alex knew they were all exaggerations and embellished stereotypes. Randomly snatching a stranger just to diaper them? Alex really wanted to say you couldn’t make this stuff up, but alas...

“You are,” her mom agreed, trying to stay on her good side, “and seeing how far you’ve come has made me so proud.” Her words were genuine, but Alex felt as if they were patronizing. “I just want what’s best for you. Sometimes I think maybe the mainland wasn’t the best of choices for schools...” Her quiet remark earned daggers from her daughter.

“What do you mean by that?” Alex, clearly offended, bitterly spat. “Are you trying to say I can’t take care of myself?” Her eyes finally gave her mother the time of day, given that her pride had just been threatened.

“I don’t mean anything by it. I just want you to be safe, and no matter what you think, the mainland isn’t safe for Littles!” Her mother was suddenly raising her voice, clearly intimidated by only the things that came more than 6 feet off the ground.

“Really?” Alex near-hissed with disgust in her voice. “That’s what you’re going to tell me? You tell me that all the time, mom! It’s not like crime doesn’t exist on the islands! If anything, it’s probably safer here!” Countless, passive lectures from her superiors had clearly lost their novelty long ago, and the consistent vagueness of things made it practically impossible to convince her of any real danger.

“Alex, honey, you’re not listening!” The pair had finally stopped moving, and their argument became stationed in the middle of an open platform. “The way things work here isn’t normal...” The mother, trying to calm herself leaned in with a whisper. “You need to be on your best behavior here. Amazons aren’t as kind as you think!”

Ugh.

It was probably more of her fear-mongering just to try and get her to come home. Fat chance that’d be happening. Alex had worked too hard to get this far, and she wouldn’t let someone else’s nerves or lies ruin it for her; even if it was her own mom.

“Mom,” annoyed, Alex rubbed her temples. “If it was really that bad, how come you’re only telling me this now? Obviously it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be. Here we are!” Briefly, Alex looked around them; giant poles shuffling by.

Her daughter’s counter was clearly dumbfounding, evident by the look on her mother’s face, yet nevertheless she tried to double-down. “Alex, but I have been trying to…!” her mom didn’t seem to have much bravado, her eyes pacing nervously. “We should go… People are starting to stare...”

Of course. As soon as she was losing an argument, she tries to change the subject. Sometimes it bewildered Alex just how much her mom thought she could get away with. Nineteen years later and she still thought the same tricks would work… Her mom probably meant well, but clearly she was misguided.

“Mom, clearly you have something to say, so come on!” Impatiently, Alex tapped her foot. “Out with it! Let’s go! Why can’t you just be happy for me? I finally get some freedom in my life, and you’re trying to take it away?” Even Alex from the corner of her eye noticed a few legs stopped moving… Her mom was making a scene, after all…

Nerves had clearly gotten the best of Alex’s mom, but to Alex she considered it an argument won. She’d poked the obvious holes in her mom’s protest, and now she had nothing to show for it. She almost felt bad.

“Please, Alex, we can talk about this later, but we need to go…!” hurriedly, she stayed close to Alex, forcibly trying to move her, as a small circle around them started to be defined by a few more passerby.

She’d had enough. Defiant, Alex shook her arm free of her mother’s grip, establishing a new distance.

“Alex…!” her mother almost sounded pleading, as if there was some imminent doom looming over them. Every fiber of her being seemed as if she wanted to run, but the one thing keeping her even remotely stable was the desire to move her daughter.

“No!” Shouting, Alex turned on her heel. “I’ve had enough. I can get to the pickup on my own! If you think I’m such a kid, why don’t I prove to you otherwise?”

Tears in her eyes for a mix of unknown reasons, Alex’s mom wordlessly mouthed something to her daughter, but Alex didn’t care enough to keep standing there. With a huff and a puff she slipped herself through one of the few gaps left in the circle, paying no mind to the murmurs from above.

“Alex! Please! Wait!” she could hear her mother cry from the center of the crowd, but as the distance made it harder for the noise to travel. And as Alex weaved through the thickening populous throughout the station, her mom was gone. As the adrenaline started to drain, and she came to her senses, Alex wiped a single tear from her eye. She never liked getting into fights with her mom, because of course she loved her, but sometimes you needed tough love to prove your worth… Her mom would understand someday.

Although her phone wasn’t any good for communicating, it still made a great clock. Checking the time, she still had about half an hour before she’d be expected at the entrance. Someone was scheduled to pick her up, and it made her giddy thinking that there was someone waiting on her hand and foot! She felt like a VIP, and it was already a wonderful transition to the mainland. Almost wonderful. The only thing that soured the experience was of course her mom’s little outburst, and a sudden need to pee.

Between the high figures, she could just make out the bits and pieces of a bathroom sign. Wheeling her bag on over, she was just about to enter the open doorway when a security guard stopped her.

“Excuse me, miss?” kneeling down, the significantly taller guard with her white-gloved hand tipped her black, shiny-rimmed cap to her. “You can’t bring your bag in there.”

Slightly intimidated by not only the authority the occupation commandeered, but the size difference as well, Alex in a polite stutter, asked,“W-well, why not?”

“Well,” oddly, in a kiddish voice, the guard explained, “we can’t be sure that you won’t do something you’re not supposed to in private. It’s to keep everyone safe.”

Not one to argue with reasonable authority, Alex conceded, suddenly looking for a place to leave her bag.

“Um, well, would you mind watching my bag while I use the bathroom?” awkwardly, Alex asked.

Apologetic, she said, “Sorry, miss. I’m not allowed to handle people’s luggage. Legal reasons and all that. Are you travelling with anyone that might be able to?”

Hurt to unexpectedly be reminded so soon, Alex somberly shook her head no. The security guard looked to be running out of ways to help as well. They seemed like they wanted to, but rules and regulations enforced otherwise.

“Maybe there’s a nearby Amazon that’s willing to help?” She pointed past Alex’s shoulder, and Alex followed the finger to the passing crowds. Just through them she could see there was a bench sitting in front of an island, and sure enough there were a few people there.

Alex sighed, slightly. She wasn’t keen on leaving her bag to a stranger, and in the back of her mind was wondering why the guard may have deferred to an Amazon instead of just another person; implying both Littles and Amazons.

“Alright, thanks for your help,” with one last thankful glance, Alex hurriedly turned back to the bench. She wanted to pee soon so she wouldn’t be late.

“Uhm, excuse me?” Awkwardly, Alex interrupted the stranger from her passive stares and checking her phone. She had her own, Amazon-sized suitcase and a large purse next to her.The Amazon sitting in her buttoned sweater and long skirt traced the source of the noise with an empty expression, but became all smiles when she could see who had asked.

“Hi there,” she gleamed. “What’s wrong, honey?”

The use of ‘honey’ felt unsettling, but Alex didn’t have time to argue semantics.

“Do you think you could watch my bag for a second?” Gesturing with her head, she looked back to the bathroom. “The security won’t let me into the bathroom with my suitcase.”

“No problem!” Gently, her much larger hand went for the bag’s handle, forcing Alex to let go of it, lest she want her hand grabbed too, and with little effort she lifted it like a feather and set it beside her on the bench. It suddenly felt out of Alex’s reach, eyeing the bench height. She could get to it, but not as easily as she’d like.

“It’ll be right here when you get back,” she patted it assuringly.

It still didn’t sit well with Alex, leaving her stuff to a stranger, but she wanted to say the woman felt trustworthy… She wanted to believe it because it was how the woman carried herself, and there wasn’t too much wiggle room to find an alternative…

Rushing back to the bathroom after giving her thanks, there was no stopping her this time. She had no luggage on her, and her shoes tapped across the tiles to the far end. Out of the five, the last one on the far end was finally what she was looking for. Opening the stall marked as “For Little Use,” she stepped inside, though was a bit surprised by what she saw.

Expecting to see a toilet, she was sorely mistaken when there was some porcelain stool that looked like the stump of one. No, it resembled something else… It was a, a training potty?

A mimic of a training potty a toddler might use, it was still made of porcelain, and did look to have a flush mechanism, but it just looked so...so infantile! From the cusp of the bowl, there was a small sink in it to secure the person-- no, Little, that sat in it. There were designated cuts in the rim for where the legs were supposed to go, and a divider between them to keep your legs from getting any closer than gapingly parallel.

Closing the stall behind her, further confused to see no locking mechanism on the door, she made a small prayer that the hinges were trustworthy, and approached the toilet as if it were foreign, because it definitely was.

“What the hell…?” Still perplexed, Alex was still wondering why she hadn’t found a normal toilet. Maybe she was in the wrong stall? Eyeing underneath the dividing walls, she could only see Amazon-sized ones, and she’d never fit on those… She stared back at the potty, which was the only throne in this room that’d take her. Mumbles of frustration, she slowly walked over to the poor excuse of a toilet and undid the button to her jeans, sliding her panties down with it. Fully slipped to her ankles, so not to get in the way of the spacer, she sat on the toilet, and was oddly annoyed that the potty fit her near perfectly. She didn’t fall into the bowl, the rim didn’t press into her skin, the leg holes fit her thighs, and she couldn’t press her legs together, as if she didn’t know how to not piss on herself.

Staring at the tiles, trying to forget how infantile of a thing she was using, her thoughts were broken by the sound of sobs increasing in volume, and heels clicking across the floor. Closer to where Alex was.

Seeing the tall legs underneath the stall, Alex could tell it was an Amazon.

“There, there, baby,” in a thick, syrupy voice the stranger comforted the cries, someone totally outside Alex’s vision. “Mommy knew you couldn’t keep your panties dry, anyways! We’re gonna get you in your nice, thick diapies.” The jarring words only seemed to make the sobs louder as something was unlatched from the wall. Thinking about it, Alex did remember seeing a changing table...

“P-please! Just let me go home!” Still with inconsolable cries, the other voice begged. Did...did Alex recognize them? “I didn’t mean to! I just want to go back to the islands!”

“And then how would I be able to take care of you?” the Amazon countered sternly, then laughed like it were an impossible scenario. Alex could hear something crinkle as it unfolded. “No, I think you are home, sweetie. Now you’ll have a crib, silly cartoons, your diapers, soft and mushy food, daycare, and a mommy! Doesn’t that sound great?”

Nearly jumping, Alex was startled to hear a blood-curdling scream from the same person that was crying.

“NO!”

The room was quiet for a second, though Alex quietly meeped when she could hear her pee sputtering into the bowl. She had no relation whatsoever to this pair, but she couldn’t help but feel involved for no real reason… As if she had a reason to not be caught, awkwardly, even if it wasn’t any real help, she tried to place her hands over the opening between her legs just to muffle the noise even a little.

And if she was heard, clearly she wasn’t at the forefront of the Amazon’s mind, because a loud slap followed next, even startling the spectator. Skin to skin contact, and pained sobs afterwards.

“You’re definitely going to need some work...” the Amazon sighed, and Alex partly trembled on the toilet, wondering whatever the word “work” could imply.

“Y-you...you h-hit me!” the other voice shouted in a shaky cry as if it were in total disbelief.

“And I’ll hit you a lot more if you don’t behave,” the Amazon responded sternly. “I don’t want to hear another peep out of you about being an adult, got it?”

The other person didn’t answer back. Audibly, at least. Alex could hear some form of rummaging, and then the distinct noise of metal friction. Two talons rubbing against each other, sounding a snipping noise with each close.

“W-what are you doing with those? Wait, please, stop, I’ll be good!”

“No, no, Abby!” although once cold and commanding, the Amazon sounded horrifyingly concerned and consoling. “I would never hurt you sweetheart! Not unless you deserve it, of course,” she added the last bit so nonchalantly, much to Alex’s terror, and likely her prey. “But Mommy doesn’t think these clothes really suit you. I really doubt what you’re wearing for undies is age-appropriate, either,” she tutted as the sounds of further struggles could be heard, and another slap came from it.

“My...my name is Audrey!” From one struggle to the next, the girl tried to find new ground.

“Your name,” the girl suddenly yelped, likely induced by further physical torture, “is Abby,” the Amazon spoke cooly, yet like poison. “I’ve been wanting an Abby for a long time now, and I’ll be making the adult decisions here. So you can either know what’s best for you, or we can skip to the hypnosis already.”

H...hypnosis? What it would entail was completely unknown to Alex, but the animosity was frightening in its own right.

Indistinct, random pieces of fabric from denim and cloth gently descended to the floor, much unlike the forward and assertiveness which was happening above it. Alex wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but she was frozen still on the toilet. She couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was seeing or hearing. All she could do was remain quiet.

“M-my clothes…!” The person found it in themselves to cry again, echoing their moans off the tiled floors and spacious room.

“I know sweetie...” the woman sounded as if she solemnly agreed. “I didn’t think they were so great either,” purposefully misinterpreting her words. “Now onto the fun part!” More crinkles could be heard, and using context clues, Alex could only assume she was in the middle of a diaper change, all the while the person being changed continued to stream horrific sobs.

All the while, the Amazon seemingly unperturbed by her victim’s pain and humiliation, or otherwise urged by it, hummed in a loving voice, “Abby, my sweet little princess~! Cute as a button in just her dress~!” She dragged out the last syllable on dress, drawing a parallel between her physical and lyrical savagery.

After what felt like an eternity, the Amazon happily cheered, “And done!” The supposed pride in her voice only spoke volumes of her lack of care for what the tiny person was feeling. She had an agenda, and nothing would stop her from seeing it through.

“But the dress doesn’t cover the...”

“Your diaper,” the Amazon both corrected and finished her sentence. “And it’s supposed to be that way. Heavens if you think you’ll ever be able to use the toilet again!” she leaned in for a loud whisper, which is why Alex could still hear. “The only kind of bathroom you’ll be using now is your diaper, and don’t forget that.”

A set of bare feet were lowered to the ground. Much smaller feet. Feet the size of Alex’s. They looked to be struggling; supporting a wobbly load.

“So I want you to take a good, long, hard look.” Alex’s heart nearly stopped, because the bathroom stall suddenly swung open, and she was brought face to face with the two people in question.

“Oh,” blankly, with feigned surprise, the Amazon chuckled as Alex still on the toilet stared at her wide-eyed. She was too scared to be embarrassed by how she looked. “Sorry, sweetie! I just needed to make a point to my little girl over here,” Alex’s startled eyes followed her hand that patted the head of a Little right next to her. And if Alex’s eyes could have gone any wider, they likely would have imploded.

In a creamy orange dress, with a dark trim about its edges, Alex stared at the babyfied Little, finding it impossible to notice how the hem of her dress was like an umbrella to the hideously thick, white, plasticy garment around her hips. The diaper glared at everyone in the room with its infantile caricatures, happy smiles and positive attitude, much unlike the visibly distraught and emotionally ruined tiny woman wearing it.

Then, suddenly Alex wished she wasn’t sitting on this forsakenly terrible toilet. Instead of her ass occupying it, she wished it were her mouth, because the chilling, striking realization which hit her like a ton of bricks wanted her to vomit everything her stomach had from both today, and yesterday. No, the entire week.

In a mumble, murmuring stutter, Alex quietly spoke.

“M...mo...m...?”

No words were needed further as she stared in disbelief at the woman who claimed to have given birth to her. Trapped in a plastic prison, wearing some toddler’s dress, barefoot, silent tears streamed down the mother’s cheeks; all dignity she once had, totally shattered.

All the struggles, cries, and protests Alex was hearing behind the stall. It was all coming from her mom. The thought made her even more sick for some inexplicable reason. Her kin had been abused and taken advantage of. She considered her mom mighty and immovable, even if they did argue, so to see her so powerless… To see Alex’s rock be shattered… She gagged.

Completely uncaring of the emotionally wrenching scene, the Amazon looming over the pair looked on with pure fascination.

“Abby, sweetie, who’s this sitting on the potty?” Without even looking at Alex, she stared at her mother expectantly.

Clearly still shaken, as her legs trembled, her mom tried her best to say, “No...no one.”

“No...” It almost sounded like the Amazon repeated the first part of her mom’s sentence, but then it came again. “No,” and it was with almost absolute confidence. “No, no, no. I don’t think that’s the case at all. I think this girl is your daughter.” She didn’t even phrase it as a question.

Wide-eyed, Alex’s mom looked pleadingly up to the woman.

“Please, no! Not her!” New tears strolled down her cheeks. But they weren’t tears of personal pain. They were cries meant for someone else. Meant for the most important person to her. Her daughter. “Let her go! You can take me, but not her!” The defence she held for herself moments earlier had been totally discarded, and all she housed now was the will to protect Alex. And speechlessly Alex sat there, pants still around her ankles, crying.

Why? After how she treated her mother, disregarded her warnings, efforts, and pain, she was still risking her life to save her ungrateful daughter? The questions in her head were already racing a mile a minute, so to have articulated any of that mental jargon into comprehensive speech would have been impossible.

Silently, the Amazon continued to stare at ‘Abby,’ and back to Alex. And with each glance back and forth, an increasingly sinister grin overcame her.

“Okay, Abby,” kneeling down, she fixed the mockingly short dress. “Mommy’s going to give you a choice. But first, what’s your name sweetheart?” She finally looked to Alex for an answer, not her legitimate mother this time. As if she didn’t consider Alex’s mom a real one anymore.

“A...Alex...” the answer although slow and emotionally ruined, came without resistance. The Amazon loomed over her like the sky itself, and to equate resistance to the sky itself falling, she knew it was pointless not to comply.

The Amazon smiled dismissively like Alex were an accessory to she and her mother’s interaction, like Alex had no real purpose to be there at all. “Alex, regardless of what happens, is no longer your daughter.” The answer dropped like a guillotine. By the power of words, a sharp and heavy blade had been dealt to the familial bond between Alex and her mom. This Amazon didn’t have the power to separate the two, and yet she did. All the might she had flexed prior to this exchange was reaping the rewards of the fear it had induced.

“Because I’m nice, I’m going to give you one last big girl decision. She’s either going to be a stranger, or your little sister.” Logical sense had left both the Little’s eyes, and the only person with any real mental fortitude to carry themselves was the Amazon.

Brokenly, Alex’s mother muttered, “W...what?”

“Your little sister, or a stranger,” the Amazon repeated. “I’m not going to wait, Abby. Choose, or I will for you.”

“Mom…!” Alex tearily shouted her name, hoping deep down that she could somehow fix this. Alex fought for her independence, but something like this seemed insurmountable. No matter how many years she could have prepared and lived on her own, she didn’t think she could handle this. And even as she cried for her mom, she deep down knew that she couldn’t either.

While the two emotionally writhed in pain, trying to make sense of the life changing decision formulated in the span of an hour of getting off a boat, the Amazon hummed like a quiz show timer. How sadistic of a person could she be? Was this some kind of game to her? 

Incredulously, Alex stared at the cause of all this misfortune, finding her intentions impossible to decipher. The only thing that ceased Alex’s hopeless task was when her mother said,

“Just me...please!”

“Just you?” The Amazon repeated, as if the other choice in her mind seemed much more logical. “Alex will be all by herself, you know. She’s likely going to be adopted too?” Continuously the Amazon egged on, further inviting just as confusing and sickening ideas into Alex’s head. 

Adoption? Being taken by an Amazon? All on her own?

“Just...” defeated, her mom continued, while Alex listened on in utter shock. “Just take me… L-leave her be, please!” The words couldn’t leave her fast enough, and Alex could only spectate, terrified. “I-I’ll be your little girl,” her posture made it seem like she were digesting a poison. “I-I promise! Just leave her out of this!” With each repeated plea, her mom sounded more and more frantic, revealing emotions Alex had never seen in her mom. It was too much to bear. It was tearing Alex apart.

“Then prove it to me, sweetheart,” the Amazon said simply, and Alex could see the Amazon do something behind her mom’s dress, and watch as its skirt be bunched up in the back. “I want a nice view of you proving to me that you can be my baby girl. Show me what a diaper bum you are!” Cruelly in an encouraging voice, the Amazon clasped her hands together.

“What do you...what do you mean?” Worriedly, Alex’s mom looked back up to the Amazon.

“Oh no, I want you looking at Alex the whole time it happens,” firmly, she turned Alex’s mom back to her daughter. Or soon to be former, that is.

“Make a nice big stinky for me,” the Amazon smiled approvingly. “Show me that your diapers are more than enough for me to handle. Unless I can handle two potty pants...?” As soon as she started to look Alex’s way, her mom in hushed cries sloppily got on her knees.

“Mom, please! What are you doing?!” Finally finding it in herself to look decent, Alex haphazardly lifted her jeans and underwear after standing on the ground, and rushed over to her mom, grabbing her hands. They interlocked their fingers tightly, both sobbing in tears.

And as they held each other, what made Alex feel like literal scum was her mom continuously apologizing over and over.

“Why? Why are you sorry? I’m the one that’s supposed to be sorry!” frantically, Alex kept shaking her head no to the seemingly impossible scenario, as she watched her mother’s face contort and squinch, and her face grow red as she grunted. It made Alex feel even worse when she could feel her mom’s grip around her hands tighten. All the force she was putting into her bowels reflected through her hands, and Alex felt every single bit of it.

“B-be...cause...” Her mom paused to take a few rapid breaths, “Because I love you!” Smiling with tears in her eyes, it made Alex’s lips quiver as she cried too. “I should have taught you better; make it clear that this is what could happen. And if I have to be the final example to prove it,” she grit her teeth, as a sigh of shame, and entire defeat washed over her. “Then that’s how it’ll be.”

“That diaper looks awfully clean for a potty pants...” impatient, and a poor spectator to the waterworks, the Amazon rudely interrupted.

“Mom, please don’t do this!” Her mom had gone back to focusing on her bowel movement. “I...I’ll go with you! So stop! Please!”

“Honey, even if you did, do you think that’d get me out of diapers?” The answer was obvious, depressing, and absolute, but Alex hated the feeling of powerlessness. “The best case scenario is that I use this later rather than now.” Sorrowfully, she looked behind her shoulder for a small moment. “I don’t want to see you like this.” Her matronly attitude was fading fast, and was quickly being demolished into a decrepit and ruined manner. And as if she were mourning for the loss of her own, she said in a strained voice, “You have a life to live.”

Her body then really began to tremble, and her bottom shook the most. An involuntary gasp, and sigh overcame her mom as even when Alex couldn’t see it, could hear the diaper expand. And sickeningly the Amazon cheered a “Yay!” during the entire spectacle. Her mom stared through Alex as she was clearly mortified once she stopped shaking. Slumping over, all that lingered was the horrible smell now filling the stall. All at once her shaking stopped, and she looked as if she’d been petrified.

Despite all this, the Amazon took a loving whiff of the terrible odor, like it were a mixture of perfumes, flowers, and sunshine all bottled into one. While the two littles had their noses drenched in such repulsive, skin-crawling smells,the Amazon was ridden with pure ecstasy. She was the boogey monster that fed off of nightmares. A sick and twisted sadist that could only sate its hunger by the dehumanization and belittlement of others. It launched a spear through Alex’s heart to see her mom was the victim of it, and it was because Alex was the one who caused a scene.

If she hadn’t yelled, protested, and just listened to her mother, maybe it could have ended differently. Maybe they wouldn’t have been noticed, and Alex would have been picked up safely, and her mom would have gone back to the islands like normal. No Amazons, no imprisonment. No slavery.

But alas, here they were. No matter how much Alex prayed, she couldn’t wake up from this terrible, horrible nightmare. Holding her mom close, Alex tried to soak up as much emotion as possible, as well as try to forget her mom had just shit a diaper while staring into her eyes.

Alex wanted the moment to last forever, because then at least she wouldn’t lose her mom to the terrible giant that seemed to be loving every ounce of their misfortune. No matter how long they held each other, it would’ve never been for long enough, because Alex in a panicked whimper cried as her mom was forcibly taken from her hands, and lifted into the air.

“Now that’s what I call a messy diaper!” the Amazon cooed, facing her new daughter, and Alex could now see the handiwork done behind her mom’s dress had been to bunch up the dress and pin it to the waistband of her diaper, coupled with the obvious lump in her underwear. Just so the twisted bitch could see the whole thing happen from behind.

“We need to get going now, though! Say bye-bye to Alex!” Situating her mom, the Amazon supported her with an arm, massaging the mess in her pants much to the wearer’s dismay. “This is the last time you’ll see her, so I hope you two had fun. And remember, she’s not your daughter anymore! You’re my baby. Poor Allie the orphan...” she added with a fake sense of concern.

“A...Alex,” in a thick voice, Abby called to her former daughter, with a hopeful smile.

“No matter what happens, be happy.”

“Live.”

There was no more room for speech, as a pacifier was suddenly popped into her mouth, and the red-eyed Alex watched as the pair disappeared behind the doorway. Alex tried to stand and follow, but she was so drained from it all that she stumbled and fell. Trying once more, she frustratingly whimpered as she was too shocked and shaken to stand.

Why?

Why?

Why, why, why, why, WHY, WHY?!

Angrily, she slammed her palms onto the floor. It hurt, but not as much as losing her mother did. She was powerless to stop the Amazon, and the one person she had in this life had been removed permanently. She’d never see her again. Her mom was no longer her mom. She was gone for good. And Alex. She, yes, she, caused it all. So why? Why was she allowed to get away with it? Her mom tried to play her cards right, but Alex dragged her down in the mud. She was the problem, so why did the gold star have to suffer? The guilt was too much to bear, and she mindlessly sobbed for a few moments longer.

As much as she wanted to hope her mom would return, and that this would all be some simple, bad dream, she never woke up. Her whole world had been tipped upside down, and it never seemed to flip back. Her heart hurt with a gruelling pain, as her mother had just been taken from her.

Finally finding the strength in her legs, she stood back up. Her eyes traced the room painfully slow, as if she were trying to comprehend the crime scene. It all felt so surreal in the worst imaginable way possible.

The pair couldn’t have left more than a few minutes ago, but now it somehow felt like eons. Her mother was taken, and Alex couldn’t do anything about it. Fragments of seemingly pointless notes made by her teachers started to resurface with a chilling severity to them.

They will try to adopt you.

They will kidnap you.

The police will not help you.

The last point hurt the most, because having to learn the hard way that adoption wasn’t as uncommon as she thought, and probably neither was the police’s uncooperation.

All there was in the room was the noise of an endless drip coming from a faucet. One far out of Alex’s reach.

Longingly, she stared at the countless pieces of fabrics which once formed articles of dignified clothing. They laid on the ground lifelessly, all with relative smoothness to their cuts; meaning the scissors had done their job well.

Nearly falling over, Alex in a wordless panic leaned on the stalls heavily like a crutch. Using her hands to trace herself along it, she was back in the outside world.

Still in shock, she didn’t even bother to talk to the guard by the doorway, and with empty steps looked all around her. There was no familiar Amazon, and neither her mom. They were gone like the wind, and Alex had no way of catching her. On top of this, a new fear seized Alex all over, now knowing what these monsters were fully capable of.

It was her turn to act like her mom now, eyeing the many figures with an uncomfortable, overwhelming sense of vulnerability. She wasn’t nearly as safe as she thought. Seeing what she just had in the bathroom, was this how her mom was feeling? How could she have even stepped foot on this place knowing what could happen. How…

How could Alex?

---

Entry #2

“Ms.West--no, Ana, ” my supervisor stared me down the eyes with a grave look. “I can’t within good conscience approve something like this for you. It’s too dangerous. Haven’t you considered the risks?”

“Sir, with all due respect, I am strongly suggesting that you reconsider your stance on this.” I couldn’t lose my opportunity now; not miss out on something this big. “What this means as a personal contribution to being a Frontiersman and for Interstellar is something I can’t pass up on.”

He stared back at me with an unwavering face, hardly different from how it looked a few moments earlier. I almost figured time to have come to a stand still, but the slight rumble and shake of the room, thanks to a nearby transport ship, I was convinced me otherwise.

“How many Frontiersmen are there now? Nearly a million?” By that logic, I was a mere bit in the megabyte, but it didn’t change my determination. “I was born too late to explore Earth, too late to explore the solar system, and born too late to explore the galaxy. Within what we’ve explored thus far, we have confirmed zero traces of life. Suitable planets for colonization have already been plucked by China, America, Russia, Japan, Korea, Britain and more. But for the first time, we can finally step out the front door and explore even greater horizons.”

“Ana…” he didn’t care to try using formalities this time, years of chemistry making it difficult, though that didn’t stop him from pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can understand your enthusiasm, but you’re an important engineer to your current shipment crew already. Why can’t you be content with already being able to visit a handful of solar systems? Billions would kill for that alone.”

The simple fact was true, but it didn’t change the inevitable rudimentary nature of it all. “Sir, I can’t be moving metals, water and food for the rest of my life. I’m more than qualified to move on to something bigger and better. I’m sure there are plenty of people who could fill my current position. We’re talking about making history here! Something a mere fraction of the entire human population will be able to experience within this lifetime.”

Every few moments I would glance at his handful of digital pens, laying idle against the insides of his decorative mug, much less his hand actually going near it. The holo-document on his desk shone its blue light ever so slightly on his prickly chin.

“Three-hundred, Ana. Three-hundred Frontiersmen get to make this expedition, which is nothing short of suicide. All this is, is just packing a bunch of explorers up on a ship and jump-gating them into the unknown. You’d really want to take that plunge into darkness? It’s a lottery to win your own death!”

He wasn’t the first to call it was suicide, and maybe it truly was. Even with that in mind, if I didn’t take the leap now, what could be a chance at meaningful existence would be snuffed out completely. I acknowledged his concern for me, but in truth he wasn’t protecting my heart or mind. It was my turn to keep a straight face, which is why he kept going.

“Ana, the teams that they’ve had calculate the risk factors for this sort of mission,” he swiped his fingers in an empty space and a tiny blue holo-document appeared. “Nearly across the board,” to emphasize the point, a few quick swipes from his two fingers showcased the unending span of digital jargon. “Results are at best inconclusive or completely open-ended. The only return they can guarantee for this crew is one based on the efforts of the people riding that ship, coupled with a luck factor not even our most sophisticated AI-units can determine! There’s no rescue crew and limited contact. Once you leave the galaxy, you’re on your own.”

Taking a breath, re-gripping the forearms folded behind by waist, I did my best to digest his words, but it was clear my agenda was quickly dissolving any outside forces.

“I’m 29, sir. I’ve been with Interstellar since my eighteenth birthday; since my official chamber release. You know it and I know it that there’s nothing left for me. The connections I have keeping me here are solely the relations I share with my crew and you. My actions cannot be selfish when there is no one I would be leaving behind. Quite frankly sir, I have always been on my own. It’s always been about me bettering myself, and this time is no different.” My own words left a slight, foul taste in my mouth, disregarding the crew and longstanding supervisor I’d already spent years with. But in the end, they were just coworkers. Nothing else.

“Even if I’m not chosen, I cannot accept a result where I never even tried. I believe my merits are worthy enough to give me a reasonable chance, and I would hope you think the same. Paired with a recommendation from someone of your standing, that only helps all the more.”

The small and ragged office didn’t quite reflect his reputation, but that’s because we were constantly conditioned to live in tight spaces. Up until age 18 we will have been sealed inside of one, programmed to be considered sufficient workers. From then on, the longer treks would be majorly spent being on ice, with the only interruptions being brief windows where we carried out our jobs.

“But either way, I can’t keep making the same trips for the rest of my life.” I could only hope that on some level I was channeling my emotions, and I had to hide a smile when I could see the walls were starting to crack.

“What this means to you, and how willing you are to go for it is something I can’t understand,” he said briefly.

Unfortunately, of course he didn’t. He came from the Archaic Generation; a time where interaction existed outside a life support unit before adulthood. He’d never simply woken up one day to realize 18 years of his life had already been spent, but I didn’t hold it against him. I didn’t hold it against anyone. I couldn’t feel anger for something I couldn’t realize the value of. Time is only as worthwhile as you make it. In other words, I hadn’t found a reason to be angry yet.

“Off the record, Ana, I can’t condone this and truly wish you wouldn’t sign away your life like this, but legally I can’t refuse you.” He exhaled as the blue light from the document glimmered on his eyes. “Not forever, at least.”

My eyes followed his reluctant hand as he grabbed one of the pens and its tip illuminated on contact with human skin.

The plastic bulb to the stylus had paused just before it reached the pixelated line. “And you’re sure this is what you want?”

“...More than anything.”

With a sigh he opened a drawer and put on a pair of lenses. Glasses, I believe they were called. After scanning it over and with a soundless uninterrupted stroke, he signed his name off on the holo-document and floated it in my direction.

“Thank you, sir.” The tension in the room was washed away by my newfound gratitude for his aid.

“Make no mistake, I don’t support what you’re doing. Or at least I just can’t figure out why…” He pulled the peculiar piece off of his face, and my eyes couldn’t help but follow... “And...would you mind not staring so much?”

“Ah...sorry about that.” My eyes tend to get careless whenever he wears those things. They were one of the few relics of the past that made their way to present day, somehow. “Haven’t you considered getting a nanite job on your eyes at some point? With all due respect, aren’t those things an inconvenience?”

“There’s a style to them, you know.” He always took the defensive whenever I commented on them… “Besides, everyone tries to hide their problems nowadays and use nanites to fix whatever they don’t like about themselves. Our imperfections are what make us beautiful.”

Out of respect I hid another smirk as his words were completely lost on me. But I chose not to poke and prod him any further.

“By the way, you’ll have another delivery to make in a week’s time. Use that time to think about whether or not you really want to go through with something like this. Maybe consider your alternatives while you’re on ice.”

“Alright, and will do.” I pinched the document and ported it into my armlet’s data storage, causing the hologram to dematerialize. I gave my supervisor a goodbye as the exit door slid open for my departure and closed right behind.

---

People stood shoulder to shoulder and then some as the city echoed with noise pollution. I couldn’t make out a single conversation as everyone’s words toppled over each other. Just when the innocent ear might happen to distinguish a few words from a single person, it’d then be dominated by layers of foreign tongue; Russian, Spanish, French, Mandarin--truly a mix. Through the pod’s glass overhead, and through that, the glass dome above me, it was covered by the flying ships and skyscrapers. If I hadn’t cared to look at them directly, their passing shadows across the floor would’ve been the perfect reminder. Still, it was quite strange to think there was a time when our ancestors only had at most a thousand of these in their lifetime...

The telltale beeping noise rang alongside the monorail as the suspended train soon followed after. As prophecy dictated, crowds of passengers trying to exit collided with the ones trying to enter and I managed to snake my way in. Everyone grabbed on to a bar or handle as their conversations carried out casually just like outside the train. I could feel myself longing for a seat to sit in, as only the public trains outside Interstellar’s property accommodated travellers. Rather, everyone around me was donned in the same gray, skin-tight work-suit with an identical company logo printed on the back.

Not the prettiest of course, but the suit had its utility and no one was exactly competing for fashion. Living on a worksite that’s the size of a small city meant you weren’t going to see much differentiation in clothing. Not that I cared.

I browsed the news feed on my armlet, never really expecting to see anything new. It was all the same. Either reported murder, corruption, typical overpopulation counts or view-bait articles that couldn’t even get the dumbest of people to open it up. They couldn’t even be trying at this point. Surviving Tree Spotted outside Government Domain? Honestly. The last plantlife organism that was spotted was over thirty years ago and it was only a weed. Everyone knows that the only trees the public can see now are the ones in the holograms. Everything on this washed up planet besides humans and livestock has either died off or made itself scarce. It reminded me of when China shipped off the last of its pandas to the Mars preservation as a last-ditch effort.

Being only a pawn in the scheme of time, I would never know what the planet was once like, but surely it was never as dreary as this, if our history was reliable.

Whether it was day or night didn’t really make a difference. Clouds had long since been the only thing we could see for a while now. I heard it was after the third industrial boom our ancestors really pushed things over the edge. Not like they could have fixed things by then anyways. Neon lights invaded your eyesight wherever you looked, and something was always trying to catch your attention. Mr.Denzel would always say if it weren’t for our nanites we’d be needing those “glasses” things, too.

Despite being a business-owned territory, even Interstellar wasn’t shy to let advertisers through its doors. While its population were mostly Interstellar employees, plenty of merchant and retail residents were still making their living off of our paychecks. Despite moving at high speeds, I counted the fifth Coca-Cola ad like I always had on my occasional trip back to housing.

A few more stops later and we had finally reached mine.

In a synthetically female voice, it sounded, “You have now reached Eden, please exit the doors on your left. Thank you.”

Eden. The name felt so cheap and tacky. It was probably the farthest thing from it, despite being such an appropriate name. Right off the monorail I could already make out a few poster bots, clad in the skimpiest clothing their manufacturers could have put on them. Other than their matte, artificial skin, they had been made to capture the ideal fantasy of anyone attracted to the female body. It seemed their breasts were one of their most popular assets, and I didn’t know if it were humanly possible to have ones as large as them… Not without genetic modification, of course..

“Just get off of work? Why don’t you spend some time with me, hm?” One of the bots made a seductive coo with a hint of digital playback towards some guy passing by. Sure enough, he gave her a look that insinuated a vulnerable prey, leading her to grab him by the arm and escort him back to her nest, where only further extorsion would ensue. Artificial or not, excluding the vast minority that actually lived here, including myself, most were definitely visitors coming for pleasure.

“Hey sweet thing, how about you?” I could feel the delicate brush of a finger on my shoulder. I turned back to see another female bot staring back at me. Her hair was a neon pink bob cut with bright blue lips, lashes as long as my nails and piercing eyes. She was built to know nothing of the concept of fatigue, flawless in every way with only one directive on her mind. Sex.

“Not my type,” I coldly replied. I always tried to avoid these interactions, otherwise I’d have five more blocks of this to go through on my way home.

“Don’t be like that, hon!” Her hand grazed my cheek, but I knew it was all a marketing ploy. Every action was calculated, and ironic to think that one of man’s leading technologies was meant to capitalize on the most primitive of things.  “I can show you a good time…! Just for you I can give a discount.” She tried to caress my hand, which I firmly pulled away. Of course this didn’t bother her though, as she drew me in closer. “Male or female, I can always accommodate my customer’s desires you know....”

Her playful motion to the crotch reminded me why I hated these things so much. The only thing that mattered was getting business and shame meant nothing to them. Hell, they probably didn’t have the capacity to learn it. True intimacy was a dying breed now that these things existed. Why invest time into a longstanding relationship when there’s a quick fix waiting nearby? I kept walking and didn’t look back.

“Bye-bye!” She called with a giggle from behind as her voice trailed off. My guess was she already found someone else to try and latch on to. I was just another moneymaker for her, without a face or name. Just like what I was to everyone else in the world.

I did better to avoid the catcallers from then on as I passed the familiar bars and sex shops into an empty, slim winding alleyway. I opened the door next to the one with an actual working light.

“To think after being gone for this long they couldn’t have even fixed a damn light…”

My lobby was a small square space with only a self-service kiosk built in the wall and a set of stairs. Security had always been lax here and that didn’t seem to change in my absence. On the fifth floor and in front of room 537 I opened a wide eye for the retina scanner.

“Identity: Ana West. Access granted.”

The door slid open and I walked inside, the same lights turning on upon my arrival like they always had. From the entrance alone I could see everything that mattered. My kitchen, bathroom, closet and Virtual Space. Serving as my bed and entertainment, the Virtual Space was thankfully a perk for being a Frontiersman. A luxury anyone with money could enjoy only that I got it for free.

“Good evening, Ana! It’s good to have you back!” A blue dot came to life on the panel attached to the wall.

“Hi Eva, good to see you too.” My house AI. Granted I’d only been here a handful of maybe twenty times or so in the span of about six years.

“It’s been, SIX MONTHS, since you last came home! It is currently MAY 28, 2212. Should I update you on any past news or messages you might have?”

My ears always cringe whenever Eva uses numbers in her dialogue. Past the preprogrammed phrases, the sudden shift in tone whenever she tried to pronounce numbers was jarring. I always told myself to upgrade her voice model, but I knew I’d never be around here often enough to use it.

“That won’t be necessary. Just prepare the shower for me please.”

“Right away.” Upon her reply, like clockwork I heard the shower spring to life.

I had already started to unzip my suit. After being back on Earth for a few hours I was already starting to feel clammy. It was weird to think I felt more comfortable on a ship than a planet, or at least this one. Thankfully the suit was full-body, so the feet were built like shoes too, meaning it was one less thing to take off. Dropping the suit to the floor and my undergarments next I stepped into the bathroom. I could hear vacuum installed into the wall panels suck away my clothes. It’d likely be ready for use again by the time I was ready to cycle out the other one.

“Thanks, Eva.” Regardless of being a robot, common courtesy was something I tried to apply everywhere. As long as they weren’t trying to seduce me…

While I showered, Eva started to play ambient music in the background, which I didn’t object to. Having something to listen to in the background was always nice, as the silence always felt the noisiest.

The music died down for a second, meaning Eva probably had something to say.

“Should I prepare something for you to eat Ana?”

“I’m fine. Just hook me up to the nutrition feed when I go on ice.”

“Do you mean cryostasis?”

“Yes, I do.” Eva didn’t respond when I could hear the music ease back into its normal volume.

When I stepped out of the shower the water flow tapered off into a short-lived drip whilst I grabbed my towels. Wrapping myself, I looked into the fogless mirror as I bunched my damp black hair into something a second towel could manage. Only then did I notice I never took my armlet off when in the shower, but it didn’t really bother me as much as a blunder more than an observation.

These things were built to handle just about any harsh weather condition you could put them through. Nearly everyone’s lifeline in the galaxy, it was your ID, wallet, phone, computer and served just about any other use you’d have for it. To be honest, I can’t even remember the last time I took it off.

“Eva, send my GATE request form to Interstellar admissions for me. It’s on my armlet.”

There was a moment’s pause before she replied, “Done.”

“Thank you.” I finished drying off and could see the pair of underwear waiting for me. Apart from what I wore underneath, my work-suit was the only set of clothing I had. Yes there were a few pairs, but they were all identical.

The virtual space was already prepped for me when I stepped out of the bathroom. I laid down into the imprint left in the plastic cushions, to the point where my body felt like a plug being inserted into a socket, only I felt only snug and not rigid. The top closed over me as a mask gently pressed against my face.

“And when would you like to be scheduled for awakening?” Eva’s voice came from inside the machine.

“A week from now.” I barely flinched when I felt the iv insert itself into my arm, given repetition was a powerful drug. The virtual space started to hum ever to slightly, as I could feel a familiar chill growing on me. Each breath became slower and felt longer than the last. Pressed against my eyes was a monitor that I couldn’t tell was just a screen had I known. Already immersed, I watched the loading circle dance across the screen until I couldn’t feel my hands and feet anymore. Quickly the sensation traveled up my spine, until even my face felt like it was fading away. Everything went dark.

---

“Ana? It’s time to wake up now.”

My eyes opened, as I was laying down with my cheek pressed into the arm of a couch. I wasn’t tired. No, you never felt tired when you first entered the system.

“Did you sleep well? It’s been a while, you know.”

“I haven’t been gone for that long you know,” I sat upright on the couch, swinging my feet from off the ground. My hair was still proportionate to my new size.

“While six months might be seamless for me, I don’t think the same can be said for you.”

I was silent while he sat in a chair from across the room.

“But, I know you never come here unless you have a reason,” he pulled out a pair of those glasses things from his suit pocket. It must have been from my subconscious seeing my supervisor wearing them so much... “Or, you’re looking to pass the time… So I take it you want to talk?”

“Kind of.” I looked him over to see if he’d changed his appearance at all. Sure enough though he hadn’t changed the simulation much since I was last here. Still in his suit, with brown smooth-looking hair and a leg propped up on the other, he stayed seated in his armchair.

“I submitted my application for the GATE expedition.” I wasn’t looking for any praise, or anything for that matter. I just felt like telling him. That’s what these therapy simulations were for anyways.

“That’s right. I do recall us talking about that last time.” With a hand supporting his casual posture, specifically the side of his head, he tapped his cheekbone. “You’re happy, aren’t you? That you have a chance at going?”

“Mhm, definitely. But that’s just the first foot in the door. No guarantees I’ll be accepted. I don’t suppose you might have any advice for me, would you Claude?”

“I would tell you to stay neutral for now. Don’t have any expectations for better or worse, but cherish what you have now as well.”

“Neutral as always…” I blew on a hair dangling from my head. Although I suppose it was nice to have someone or something to bounce my thoughts and feelings off of, Claude was more of a filing cabinet that helped me organize myself more than anything. He’d never sway me left or right.

“You’re your own person, Ana. Take control of that.”

A cup of something materialized on the coffee table in front of me.

“Tea?” I asked, bringing the mug into my smaller-than-usual hands.

“Your favorite.” Claude didn’t bother to pretend with me by drinking his own.

I took a sip and relished the drink at perfect temperature.This simulation was Claude’s sandbox and by extension mine. Even though it was all fake, the virtual space could immerse you on a whole other level, to the point where even though I was unconscious, everything felt just as real.

“So how long are you in cryostasis for?”

“A week.” I took another sip.

“And how long do you want to be here for? A day, a week? Month?” His voice never came off as demeaning or rude, simply monotone with the ever-slightest tinge of interest. And that was another perk being inside of your own mind.

Days in real-time could be compressed into hours, minutes or even seconds. Some of the newer models could even slow a second in the real world to a complete year in this one, where you could live multiple lifetimes over in the span of 24 hours. It was hard to comprehend doing something like that, considering how out of place you could feel afterwards; lifetimes that you were the only one present to witness. Often called “Time Disconnect,” what was described was the exact issue; living too long in a timeless space. I always kept the timespace in here one to one though. I never wanted to feel like I was losing or cheating time.

“I’m not sure how long I want to be here for. But I want time to pass like normal.”

The bright sun flooded the white carpeted room from the large windows. Just beyond I could see other buildings, before there was a glass dome and so much building pollution. This couldn’t have been a recent setting. The 22nd century maybe? No. The 21st?

“Is it too bright for you?” Claude could see my right eye wince a little from the light.

“No, it’s fine. I like it this way.” Feeling the warm glow on my side was pleasing.

Everything in the room was white in some way. The walls, the floor, ceiling, and even the furniture. Accented by silver, everything looked untouched of the outside world. So pure. I looked at my own dress which ran down to my tiny calves. However the only contrast in the room was my black hair and Claude’s suit. I couldn’t remember if it was the same color as last time.

“How come you decided to wear a black suit this time?” I quizzically asked, digging my feet into the plump cushions.

“An interesting question,” He answered, standing up from his own seat. “Do you not like the color black? Maybe you don’t like how I look anymore?” Suddenly, a blue ripple started from the top of his head as the wave traveled from head to toe. Followed by the ripple, Claude’s figure transformed into someone completely different, until he was an entirely different person altogether. Now his skin was tan with a completely different face and bone structure, covered in blonde shaggy hair, wearing some shirt checkered in dots and baggy shorts.

“Better?” he asked in his new, deeper voice.

My frown did the talking for me.

“How about a form a bit more female?” he said, quickly and cheekily becoming a ‘her’ as his male figure shifted with another change into that of a female, curves forming along his waist, softening of the legs as his--her, thighs filled out just as much as her chest. With darker brown and flowing hair, she was now in a button-up tucked into an ankle-length skirt. “Do you like this?” She asked in a strikingly much more feminine voice now.

“Change back,” was all I said, growing impatient. Claude changing into so many things was never amusing. It was just a reminder of how temporary this all was, and it felt as if I was talking to a new person.

Soon Claude was back to normal, with the same face, gender, height and hair as before. “Have it your way,” he blankly spoke while he returned to his seat.

“You know, you’re so good at changing your own appearance and our surroundings. Why can’t you change how I look?” It was that time to address the elephant in the room again.

“We’ve talked about this before. Only you can control how you look in these simulations. However you choose to appear is entirely up to you. You need only change it.”

The same explanation was always annoying. His words on loop never changed. Ever since I started going into these therapy simulations, I haven’t once gone into them looking like how I do in the real world.

“How old am I this time, then?” I felt tiny just like every other time, only it was a decent medium right now. It wasn’t the youngest I’d ever been in here, but certainly not the oldest either.

“If you’d like, here’s a mirror to see for yourself.” I held a hand open and a small mirror fell into its place. “But when I reference your annual checkup records and full-body scans I would say your body is closest to when you were approximately 3,045 days old, or about eight years old right now.”

Once again I couldn’t argue with this guess, seeing as he was a supercomputer after all. With a finger I poked at one of my soft rosy cheeks to confirm for myself. Being drastically regressed like this didn’t affect me so much anymore. Not after it’d happen so much. While I didn’t know how old my body would be I at least had some expectations now going into this. It wasn’t ever an inconvenience, since Claude could accommodate me in any way I needed, but it was puzzling nonetheless.

“This likely has to do with something in your past. Maybe family, perhaps? My database references a few thousand pieces that might give some insight if you’d like.”

“Don’t even bother.” I sighed. While the majority of your childhood was spent in a box, there was a brief window right before it. I tend to gloss over it though because of how little I know of it. Regardless, I couldn’t remember anything of my childhood, only when I was a kid housed in one of Interstellar’s orphanages. The memories were probably somewhere in my mind, but neither Claude nor I had the money or power to access them. Memory retrieval technology did exist, but it was reserved for only government officials or society’s true elites, both of which I did not belong to.

“Regardless of those issues though, I want to remind you of the progress we’ve made already. It’s good for you to talk like this to someone.”

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t even looking at Claude. The look on my face was an open book at this point, just as unconvinced as was my supervisor earlier this afternoon.

“About this GATE expedition,” Claude started to switch gears. “The probability of return is either unknown or close to zero. Do you still want to go knowing this?”

“I do. I can’t take doing the same job over and over without going anywhere.”

“And you’re willing to risk your life for that? To feel fulfilled?”

“I’m not happy now.” came out in a dejected voice. “I have no friends or family. It’s just me, you and Eva.” Not that the latter hardly counted. Claude was the one I talked to the most and even then he was just a digital being.

“And what about your supervisor and crew? Haven’t you been with them for a long time? You wouldn’t miss them if you left? They wouldn’t miss you?”

“Not enough. I think both ways beyond being on a first-name basis we’re just coworkers. Or they at least aren’t enough to make me stay.”

“Have you ever considered finding a significant other then? Maybe it’s romantic satisfaction you’re lacking?”

It irked me whenever we revisited topics like this. The answers would never change and the record would stay on loop. Sometimes I felt like the hardwired robot. “There’s no one here I can be with, and I’m sure your database can support that. Everyone at Interstellar has work on their minds. Me included. People my age now are either already settled with someone or find the sexbots more appealing.” My words may have felt like they were with malice and bitterness, but it became something I’d grown to accept. “To find love I’d probably have to leave Interstellar, and that’s something I’m not prepared to do.”

“So you’re at a potential impasse, it seems?”

“Guess I am.” I cupped my head in my hands, slouching in between my legs as they stood on the couch.

“But is your solution to fire off into space? Hoping to find a solution to the problem by moving farther from it?”

“I don’t know.” My brows furrowed toying with the question. Every once and awhile Claude could have me doing a double take or take some serious contemplation. “But I know that whatever I need isn’t on Earth. Maybe even the galaxy for that matter.”

“And if you don’t find anything? The success you were hoping for? The intimacy you want to pursue?”

“Then that’s it, then.” I could find a much better answer than that.

Likewise, it was another rare moment when I could keep even Claude quiet for a few moments.

“Would you like any more tea?” It was his sign of shelving the discussion.

“No. I think I’m ready to go back to sleep for a bit.”

“Should I put you into cryostasis again?”

“Not yet. I want to fall asleep on my own here first.”

“Very well.”

A blanket and pillow dropped into my lap while Claude excused himself from the room. For all I knew he got rid of his physical body the moment he stepped behind the door, but I didn’t care enough to check. Right now I was more focused on getting comfy. I could hear the rummaging from the next room over; clinking of glass cups and whatnot. Apparently my subconscious was fond of white-noise, because hearing someone do cleanup in the kitchen was enough to ease me down. Again, silence always was the noisiest.

It was almost strange in a way; falling asleep while asleep. I watched the canvas-white clouds stroll by the buildings while I drifted away for the second time, only at my own pace now...

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Entry #3

“Hello~ again my favorite little munchkins!” The tour guide dressed in her bright red lipstick cheerily sounded off through her mini microphone attached to a speaker on her waist. “Again, Libertalia would like to thank you all for participating in one of its many enriching and wonderful tours. We’re always interested in letting in Portal Littles, so if by the end of this tour you are interested in a longer stay, please don’t hesitate to speak with our support desk!” The way she feigned her upbeat attitude was pathetically obvious in the eyes of the many visiting Littles, but especially Dawn. Even still, her upbeat attitude only added to the layers of mystery this dimension had, and admittedly aroused her morbid curiosity.

The Amazonian woman had taken them quite a distance around the large city, though relative to Dawn’s size it may as well have been an entire state in itself. Given the brief mentions of politics along the way though, it pretty much was anyways.

Nevertheless, Dawn was still trying to fully grasp that she was spending a portion of her college break in another dimension. Admittedly, it was sort of on a whim. Then again, it wasn’t. In fact, the tourist agency had come to her. All it was, was a seemingly harmless postcard in the mail, and of course you’re going to double take when instead of it being junkmail it’s an offer to visit a totally different dimension. Looking back on it, it was kind of luck in itself that she even read the damn thing, much less take it seriously. After drinking a few beers and a ‘why not?’ and ‘what the hell?’ later, she figured she would see how deep the rabbit hole went, but never expecting to get what was actually advertised.

People practically three times her size, coexisting with people just about hers in a separate, humongous dimension! Looking back on it, just about everyone in the tour group needed a good hour to fully digest that part. The realization was jarring; finding that you, an adult, who sat at the top of the social food chain, was now suddenly kicked back to the bottom by a dangerously large margin. Seriously. 

Dawn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she saw her first “Amazonian” toddler, who had a few inches on her! Yes, no matter where you go here, “Portal Littles” feel incredibly small. And that’s what she was. A Portal Little. Anyone about her size here was considered a Little. Grown adults that never seemed to look taller than about 5 or 6 feet. That’s how they described it at the briefing, at least. But if you asked Dawn, she’d say only 5.

And not like she had any hard evidence, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she were a little shorter now since crossing the portal… Crazy and unfounded, she knew, and especially impossible to tell with these staggering size comparisons to giants, which of course would make it impossible to tell whether you had a few less inches or not.

Their tour guide, Stacy, started speaking again. “In fact, if you would like I can take hands right now for those who’d be interested?” She looked to be eagerly waiting for countless takers, but not a single hand was raised. “D’awwwh, come on guys, don’t be shy!” She snickered. “I know there’s a few of you who are interested...” Still, no one volunteered. How could she expect someone to trade their livelihood so willingly? People who have spent 20 to 30 years of their lives, still underway in a dimension they knew as home; how could a 3 hour tour convince them to throw all of that away? It was probably part of her job, but the attitude she had certainly wasn’t. Dawn looked at her from the way back of the group with slightly narrowed eyes. Was she stupid?

“Suit yourself!” She huffed and puffed. “You’ll have a chance to change your mind by the end of the tour. And let me remind you to please stay close! If you get lost along the way it’ll bring up some...complications.” It was the one time she sounded as if she were intentionally hiding something, and given that she was the one person everyone here could consider trustworthy, it was a little unnerving.

“Tabith--Mommy, please! You can’t do this to me! I have a job, a home, a car, a boyfriend; you can’t take that away from me!” A clearly distraught woman sounded as if they were on the verge of tears, which had a few foreign heads turn their way. It was one of the glaringly unpleasant parts of this dimension. A woman maybe a little taller than Dawn stood shakily in front of the giant which towered over her. Despite her moderate lipstick, modest eyeliner, well-done contour, with her hair tied into a neat, clean bun, it came as a sharp contrast to her bright blue denim overalls with a shamefully obvious bulge hidden underneath. What’s more, it looked as if she were wearing a giant ladybug backpack, but it stopped seeming that way once you could see a long strap from it feed into the Amazon’s hand. It was a fucking leash.

In spite of their wonderful technology, architecture, ecosystem, environmental policy,and  healthcare, this was the one thing that ruined this dimension’s perception of paradise. Dawn watched on with a sense of guilt and sorrow as she didn’t move any further. The guides were explicitly clear not to interfere with stuff like this, as it was just “how things worked here.” Dawn didn’t know what scared her more: the fact that people like this couldn’t be saved, or that anyone that tried to help couldn’t be protected. People here were encouraged to be bystanders, and that only magnified the corruptness of it all. Now she could at least say she’d been to the Twilight Zone…

“Now, now, my little tot,” the ironically plump woman knelt down to face her new charge a bit better. She looked like a predator sizing up its prey, clearly for sport, as it looked as if she’d long since won the chase. “I think it’s high-time we put that all behind us now, hmm? I’ve got big plans for my special little girl, and they do not involve anything as worrisome as adult responsibilities.” She ruffled the top of her hair, which made the Little take a few steps back on reflex, accompanied by a whimper. This clearly annoyed the Amazon though, as with a sharp tug on the child leash the woman was thrown back forward a few steps and involuntarily fell on the Amazon’s knee for support. “Whoopsie! Those diapies sure give you a waddle, huh?”

As if the sadness were seething through her teeth, and the woman’s cheeks looked hot, she helplessly pleaded. “Please…!”

The Amazon only sighed though, dismissing the girl’s emotional ruin. She hoisted her into the air and had a firm hold on her, with the Little flailing her legs, shouting for help. “I figured I’d at least give you a chance to walk on your own, but at this rate the adoption centers will be closed before we even get there.” She suddenly gave an annoyed look, and you could hear the sharp slap of skin to skin contact. She then looked away for a moment then back to her, as if tragedy had befallen her charge when she wasn’t looking. “Aww, what’s the matter sweetheart? Why are you crying? Is that wittle laxative from earlier upsetting your tummy? There, there, we’ll make it all better soon...” As the helpless Little whimpered, the pair walked off, fading into the crowd, whilst everyone in the tour group wordlessly watched them walk away.

“What the fuck even was that?”

“They were actually serious about kidnapping?”

“Can they really just take people?”

“Hey, they, they can’t do that to us too, right?”

“Now, now, everyone!” Stacy shushed the frightened atmosphere with her still upbeat tone, as if the horrifying display hadn’t even fazed her. And in all honesty, that could very well likely be the case. Whether she partook in such inhumane practices or not, living in a society that normalized it was sure to desensitize you. Though, Dawn was curious to see how exactly she’d try and address what they just saw… So much for her hopes of volunteers. “We have plenty of other sights and shops to see, so we need to keep a tight schedule! Come along now!” She beckoned to the group like preschoolers, and a few pairs exchanged awkward glances, trying to digest how she’d totally disregarded the public kidnapping.

“Uhm, Stacy?” Dawn called from the back of the pack. Surprisingly she was heard, as Stacy turned her head. The way she smiled was almost unnerving. “Aren’t we gonna talk about what we just saw?”

Dawn didn’t know if she really was stupid or just a terrible liar. Her response was stupefying. “See...what?” The way she drew out her response was a testament to her obliviousness.

“That someone was just kidnapped? That Amazon just took a person! A...” what was it again? “A Little!” The existence of two separate terms was terrible in itself. It proved there was a social hierarchy in all of this, which made the problem so much worse.

“Oh!” She chuckled. She chuckled? “You mean that adoption? I mean, I suppose she was acting a little fussy, but other than that…?” The way she curiously smiled, as if Dawn were the fool for pointing it out, simply made the Portal Little drop the topic from there. It was almost a sixth sense, triggering when you interacted with only the most ignorant of people; the kind that spewed words like airhorns and filled their ears with cement. It was another endless rabbit hole of bewilderment, equating kidnapping to “adoption.”

“Oh! Look at the time! We already a few minutes behind schedule. Come along, everyone!” She waved her hand and set forth their march, with most people certainly caught in a mix of emotions. As well, the Littles seemed to be sticking a bit closer together than they were before…

As nice of a place as Libertalia seemed, excluding their babying culture, it was a bit hard to really enjoy at times when the tour guide leading you through it all had a gait two to three times as large as yours. Her lack of consideration was admittedly surprising, given how she like many others seemed to view Littles as borderline children. You’d think they’d be given a little more patience with the faster walkers. It was a mystery why she was still treating them even like pseudo-adults when taking her personality into account. They were all creatures of the Leviathan; beasts withheld by the rules of law, which even then seemed to be such a loose restraint.

“And if you’ll all look to your right, you will see one of Libertalia’s finest parks; free to the public at any time of the day!” In the middle of the city it seemed like somewhat of an oasis; a large patch of green grass, trees, a fountain, and of course a playground, all sanctioned by stone walls which were as tall as Dawn, so in other words the perfect height for an Amazon. It was another unspoken, annoying undertone to this society. Yes it had the glam and glamour; all the bells and whistles, but all those benefits were geared towards Amazons. For Christ sake, even the hotel room she was staying in was meant for an Amazon! When she wanted to go to bed, use the sink, brush her teeth, she had to move around her personal footstool, everso “generously” provided by the hotel.  So to call this place wonderful was unfortunately a great matter of perspective.

From the distance she could see another infantilized adult going down the slide. What she hated to admit the most was that there were accommodations for Littles here, only that they were intended for an age bracket of a much more childish mindset. That seemed to be the Common Little’s struggle here. They were shunned for trying to tread where the Amazon’s might, and thus were like a bunch of circles jammed into a square-socket as they try to fill it out like their diapers. Dawn wasn’t going to claim she knew how everything worked here, but the signs on the surface were telling enough.

“Alright, everyone, please be extra careful!” Right as they reached the end of the block, Stacy spun around to face them all, looking stern. Dawn rolled her eyes. They went through the same damn routine each and every time they crossed the street. Did she think they had personal chaperones their whole lives before coming to this dimension?

“Be sure to look both ways before crossing the street, alright? Now come on, everyone, grab a hand!” She was the first to start the chain only she saw the unnecessary purpose in. Begrudgingly the closest tourist had to take her hand, and then the next closest to take theirs, and so forth. Even Dawn did so with another guy seeming equally as annoyed. Naturally the first time she said this everyone thought she had a few screws loose, but it was the first of many signs that she truly did consider them as something less of an adult. That, and she’d already kicked a handful of people off the tour for not listening to her condescending ways. Yes, she was difficult to work with, but the embarrassment and hoops were enough to endure if it meant being able to experience a different dimension. She thinks, at least.

“Alright let’s get a move on!” She made an exaggerated turn and glance to first her left and then her right, then like a livestock crossing they marched across the street. As silly as it was though, there was some solace in that a united front kept the Amazons from trampling over you. Unfortunately, that wasn’t something Dawn could deny as intimidating. Everytime she made a close call by colliding with the shins and knees of one, they’d give the same kind of smile that repulsive woman from earlier would. She’d try to usher along, but their gaze would linger from behind for an uncomfortably long amount of time.

“Oh honey, look! It’s a group of Portal Littles!” Dawn’s unfortunate ears picked up the conversation parallel to them on the wayside. The excitement in her voice sounded chillingly ulterior, given what they’d just seen. Dawn didn’t know whether it was from paranoia or not, but the tiny hairs on her stood upright.

“How would you know that? Don’t all Littles look the same?” Dawn tried to keep looking forward. She wasn’t keen on being a conversation piece, especially when they probably knew very well she could hear them, along with many others. Then again, it was probably more along the lines of that they didn’t care.

“Just look! See? That’s an official government tour guide! Since when do they do tours for natives? And see that? They don’t have any parents!” Dawn tried to walk a little faster. She dared not look back at them. Eye contact was the last thing you wanted to make. She’d had her fill of awkward exchanges for one vacation. “Oh! And that one, see her?” It could be anyone, just relax.

“Which one?” God, they couldn’t actually be fucking scouting right now, could they? They can’t take foreigners, right? Right?

“The one with brown hair, wearing the jeans? Such a cute bum, too!” Dawn nervously panned her eyes to the left, then right, locking eyes with an unfortunate soul, though ashamedly feeling her heart beat a little less once she knew it wasn’t her… Something similar must have been going on in the woman’s head though, because the brunette in jeans seemed stunned as she looked ahead, obviously trying to dig herself deeper into the pack. She had been listening too, and looked a moment’s away from crumbling if they got any closer.

“Ooh, why haven’t we gotten a Little yet, James?” The female Amazon sounded frustrated as her golden prize seemed to drift away. Dawn silently rooted for the fellow tourist as she could see her keep moving to the front. “They’re opening that new daycare a few blocks down from the house, anyways! Come on, don’t you think this is a sign?” It was a mix of anger and fear to hear herself be regarded as goods you could simply go and “get.” It further solidified all the worsening conclusions Dawn was reaching in this place.

“Martha, I know you’ve been wanting one, but...” The way he tried to diffuse the situation obviously wasn’t out of sympathy for the poor Little that might be enslaved by his wife, rather, a desire to maintain the “happy wife, happy life,” mantra… “We really haven’t planned everything out? There’s plenty of agencies to adopt, but we need furniture first, don’t you think?”

‘Martha,’ the wife of the couple Dawn kept listening to, even ignoring Stacy’s spiel over, went on to scoff and say, “You say this everytime!” And if only he could keep saying it for just a little longer… Were they really going the same way? “I want to grow our family, James, and you know we’ve been talking about it for months now. Don’t you think it’d be nice?” Even if it wasn’t Dawn’s place to answer, no, no she didn’t think so. “There’d be a little tush toddling around the house; someone to dote on, care for. Didn’t your mom say she was looking for grandkids, anyways? I want to be a mommy, honey! And I’m sure you’d make a great dad, too!”

‘James,’ Dawn thought it was,  simply exhaled; the kind of exhale that Martha could consider a strikingly positive one, and Dawn the exact opposite. “I suppose we can start looking to adopt.”

A happy, yet sinister squeal escaped his wife as her husband apparently said all the things she wanted to hear; a beautiful symphony directed by the tongue and mouth, though to Dawn a screechy, rough and scratchy jargon of displeasing cacophony. And like that, it was predetermined that at random some poor soul would be abducted by these two maniac “aspiring parents.”

“I love you so much! I just know we’ll be great parents!” She giggled, while Dawn gagged. “Oh! But I want to get a Portal Little.” She sounded oddly adamant, and Dawn felt herself tense up a little.

“I don’t see why not, but why’s that?”

“Think about it, honey,” she started to seem somber, though Dawn regarded it as one of many masks the beast could portray. “Haven’t you heard about their dimension? There’s no Amazons! All the poor things...who’s supposed to take care of them? What happens when they need to be fed, clothed, changed, cleaned...” Each and every supposed problem she listed off seemed to have dropped the weight of the world on her shoulders more and more, as she slowly talked herself to tears. “What if they have a nightmare?” Dawn blinked her eyes. That. That’s what puts her over the edge? The Amazon mindset couldn’t have been more ignorant to the world of “Littles.” She hated using the term, because there were no “Littles” where she came from. There were just people.

“Honey, I’m sure they manage just fine though...” Yes, James, they most certainly do.

“You know that’s not true!” Martha was starting to sound more and more emotionally invested. Just how passionate could the women be here? “Don’t you see how native Littles are here? It makes me worried sick when I see one without an Amazon, because they won’t have anyone to fall back on when something does happen to them. They’re just barely getting by! How do you expect an entire dimension of them to do just fine?”

Dawn was ready to rub her temples, this was so idiotic. She wasn’t totally focused on what was happening in front of her though, because she realized a few seconds too late that the person in front of her had stopped and soon so did she once she collided with them. Stumbling back, she fell onto her bottom for a moment. Obviously, she was fine, as she tried to stand back up.

“Oh, sweetie, are you okay?” An all too familiar voice started to speak with urgency, and sounded to be getting terrifyingly closer. Before Dawn could fully react, a pair of Amazon hands were already setting her upright. The grip was like iron, but was somehow a soft, gentle touch. A padded prison was the best way she could describe it. Dawn worriedly looked back to Stacy and the group, which seemed to be viewing another landmark, meaning Dawn at least had some time to finally shoo these two away. She turned her head back to who she imagined was Martha, now seeing her for the first time. And it was likely her paranoia, but it was as if she could see the woman’s eyes twinkle as soon as they stared into each other...

A light red head of hair, ending at an upright curl along the edges, reaching just above her shoulders, she wore a not too bad looking dress which reached her feet, and unfortunately because Dawn couldn’t ignore it, somehow contained her Amazon-sized breasts. Seriously, it was like she was sporting two Little-sized heads. The inner tips of her brows were pointed upright as she was obviously worrying over Dawn’s wellbeing, which was certainly doing well without her.

“Uhm...I’m fine, thanks.” There wasn’t much gusto to her voice. Frankly she was a little afraid to talk back to an Amazon...and unfortunately after seeing that business woman from earlier, she believed the fear was well-placed.

Even still, the woman ignored her as she could feel herself be pat down, likely getting the dust and dirt off that was never there to begin with.

“Promise no boo-boos?” Martha asked with a smile.

“Nope. None.” Dawn answered much more plainly.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” She looked curious. That was the last thing Dawn wanted. Attention here was a dangerous thing, and she highly preferred keeping her head down and feet close to the ground. “Oh! Is this it right here?” Her eyes followed the obvious tell stuck to Dawn’s shirt; a sticker with Amazonian-grade adhesive, clearly labelling Dawn’s name in big, bold letters. “DAWN.” She had tried removing it earlier, but the thing wouldn’t budge! Every day if she wore something new she’d need to get a new one, and unless she could get an Amazon to remove it, she’d just have to hope that she didn’t like that outfit too much…

“Dawn, that’s a very pretty name!” No, really, is it? “It’s very nice to meet you, Dawn,” she carried on the conversation anyways. “My name’s Martha, and this is my husband, James!” Dawn practically felt like a child the way she infused such enthusiasm with the most simple of facts. Her husband truly did look like the peak of Amazonian genes, what-with him standing tall, clearly with a decent amount of muscle, and short, blonde hair. Unlike his wife, he didn’t seem to be fawning over a complete stranger, other than looking on curiously. By extension, it was a little frightening to think what might happen if she got on his bad side...

“So, a little birdy told me that you’re a Portal Little, huh?”

What did it even matter? Dawn tried to take a step back at subtly as she could. “Y...Yeah. What about it?”

“Well, how do you like it here?” She gave a sincere smile, but it only put Dawn on edge even more.

“It’s, uhm, colorful. Really, colorful.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” she chuckled. “What’s your favorite part?”

Were they seriously doing twenty questions right now?  She had no desire or want to be interviewed by some woman looking to shop for a foreigner, but was admittedly afraid by what might happen if she try to cut it too short…

“The vegetation.” It was the fastest thing she could think of, though not a complete lie, and trying to sound sophisticated. Maybe if she set herself apart from this woman’s delusions she might get out unscathed?

“Oh, I like the trees and plants, too.” But did she really? It wasn’t exactly uncommon for an adult to pretend to take an interest in a kid’s likes, which was a strategy Dawn had a sinking feeling was being used against her. “We have a biiig garden at our house!” The way she stressed the size came along with expanding hand gestures.

“That’s, er, really great. Homegrown food is always nice.” Dawn glanced behind her, hoping the group hadn’t left her behind. This was getting a little too close for comfort.

“How long have you been here for?”

“A week...just about.” Only now was she starting to think telling her all this information might be a bad idea… Though, how incriminating could her likes and dislikes be? “Today’s my last day.” Thankfully, she almost added. Had she been put under the spotlight like this any sooner, Dawn didn’t know if she could keep it together until the end of the trip. If she could fall under the Amazon’s radar so soon, then that’d mean there was plenty of more time to happen again...

“Oh, really?” She almost sounded disappointed. Dawn smiled a little, still playing to the opposite end of the spectrum, quite happy of this fact.

“Yep! We’re on our final tour, then we leave in the morning.”

“Do you not think that it gets lonely, though?”

Dawn raised her brows. “Lonely how?”

“Not having any Amazons there? It’s only Littles, right?”

“No, it’s neither,” Dawn sharply corrected, seeming borderline offended. “There are no Amazons or Littles. Just people. We all get along fine without the sort of practices you guys have here.”

“But who takes care of you?” She genuinely seemed not to get it, and that annoyed Dawn even more. It’s like she was filtering out anything that didn’t agree with her sense of bias. Maybe if she weren’t looking through such a rose-tinted glass, she’d find that all Littles aren’t as one-dimensional as her ignorant people come to think… Of course all of this made her bitter; only able to think of good comebacks rather than saying them. Dawn considered herself smart, but she wasn’t brave, not at least in the face of two giants. And next thing you know, she’d probably start asking how she gets to the bathroom on her own. That’d be a whole lecture in itself. Needless to say, she wasn’t keen on sticking around for that part.

“Listen, really, I don’t think we should be doing this,” Dawn tried to put the brakes before she said something she’d regret. The way the Amazon cocked her head to the side, looking innocently confused really helped seal the deal. “I’m not interested in comparing dimensions. You clearly have your views, and I have mine. It was nice meeting you, but I really need to get going now.”

Dawn didn’t wait for an answer, and was honestly a little afraid of the consequences as she spun on her heel and moved back in with the group. She took her first step, second, then third. So she really could just walk away like that? She grinned a little, feeling an insurmountable confidence boost. Maybe Amazons weren’t as tough as she thought? She snickered.

It took a few moments, but Dawn was lucky to be reunited with the group that kept marching onwards. Meanwhile, Martha and James lingered there for a few moments longer as she got back to her feet with a sigh, brushing off the front of her dress.

”You alright, hon?” He asked compassionately, then eased off the pleasantries when it wasn’t about his wife. “She didn’t seem too friendly...”

“I’m fine,” she weakly smiled. “I just think she was just a little scared of me… Where she comes from there aren’t any Amazons, after all.” Somberly, she reflected on her last comment, probably in a way Dawn would’ve despised. Before she could watch the girl go for any longer, she spun to fully face him with an exaggerated, selfish pout. “But you saw her, didn’t you? Ugh! And I thought the brown-haired one looked cute! Dawn looked so precious I can’t stand it! All the cute little things I could do with that hair… She looked like a porcelain doll! I wish we could’ve adopted her...” She looked once more at the one who got away, and was already feeling the return of a misery she’d just forced a lid over. Sometimes life truly just wasn’t fair...

James remained quiet as he passively tapped his foot, thinking. “You never did ask her directly? There’s still time, you know?”

Martha was still quiet. She’d never felt so attached from a mere glance, and severing such a bond was too painful for her to bear. Is that why Amazons were always so insistent on adopting on the spot? She hated telling her heart no, as it was in the middle of its own tantrum, and it pained her to no end.

“Well...we could always just take her?”

Martha then despite the dreary mood, stared at him, almost incredulously.

“She was hanging at the back of the group, and people do it everyday? I can’t imagine it’d be hard since that’s how most adoptions are done nowadays.”

Strangely enough, her husband’s suggestions actually made his wife seem hopeful, but then she looked crestfallen again. “No, that wouldn’t be right. Maybe if she were a native, but we don’t know what we could be taking from her as a Portal Little...”

“Didn’t you say it yourself? It’s a dimension of exclusively Littles?”

“Yes, but...”

“Didn’t you also say that you wanted to adopt her? I can’t imagine a world run by Littles is exactly paradise, hon. I’m sure with enough time anybody could come to love a place like Libertalia, even someone like her. Not to mention she’d be a lot safer here than where she’s coming from now.” They were both quiet for a few seconds. “How...how about we take some time and get to know her for the day?”

“But didn’t she say she’s leaving tomorrow? I don’t think she was very happy with me either...”

“Martha, you’re much more likable than you give yourself credit for,” he chuckled. “We’ll have her back where she needs to be if she does say no, then.” She still seemed on the fence, and he desperately wanted to give her clarity. “Hon, I can’t guarantee she’ll say yes, but I want to give you a chance at this. I have been a little apprehensive about having a Little…” his hand suddenly found hers, “but if it’s something you really want, then I want it too.” He looked at her with rock-solid determination, and it was enough to crush her indecisive-self entirely.

“Oh, James!” She pulled her husband into a tight hug, then looked back ahead with a little more excitement. He truly was the wind beneath her wings, and whenever the sun may not shine, he’d be right beside her like a glowing beam! “Let’s hurry before they go!” It wasn’t a sure shot, but the opportunity made her want to stay hopeful. She didn’t know how, but she was positive she could convince her! From all the parenting books she had read, she knew it was never an easy adjustment, for a Little, but there was something that compelled her to feel so certain this was destiny. Fate was telling her to take a chance, and she not only wanted to bring happiness to herself and her husband, but as well to a new and special member in the Teller household!

Dawn was still in the back in the group, trying to shrug off the weird experience she had just had. Seriously, she’d have a treasure trove of weird things to tell her boyfriend about when she got home… This kind of place was a once in a lifetime experience, meaning she only wanted to see this kind of place once only in her entire life.

“Hey, were you alright back there?” Surprisingly, it came from the brown-haired girl, the one in jeans, with also the apparently cute butt…

“Yeah...thanks for asking.” As if the fear were still sitting on her shoulder, she peeked behind her once more, and thankfully nothing tipped her off. “The Amazons here are fucking crazy...”

“I’ll say,” she sighed. “As soon as I heard them talking about me...” she shuddered. “Can you imagine what they must do to people like us here?”

“Unfortunately we’ve already seen some of the stuff they do...” Her eyes wandered to Stacy’s back. “Can we even trust our own tour guide?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. I think I’ve had enough hand-holding for every time I want to cross the damn street.” They both shared a laugh as they kept moving.

“I don’t think we’ve met, yet? Well, I mean I think we did when Stacy made us do that stupid icebreaker at the hotel, but not, like, officially, officially.”

“I’m Heather. You?”

“Dawn. Nice to meetcha.”

“So what’s the reason you’re on this tour?” Dawn was the first to ask.

“Call me weird, but, just to see if a place like this really existed?” She didn’t look so sure herself. “I thought I was reading some tabloid or something when the flyer came in my mail. I really must have been pretty dumb to follow up on it, not thinking of it as junk mail right from the get-go. How about yourself?”

Dawn merely laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just that our stories are pretty much carbon copies of each other. I had some time off of college, so I figured why not?”

“Ooh, college girl, huh? What’s your major?”

“English. Partly because I’m a fan of literature...” she almost seemed sheepish over her guilty pleasure. “What do you do?”

“I work at a restaurant as a waitress. Nothing too special about it,” she smiled, seemingly content, but Dawn couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, as if she were showing off. “What college?”

“One in Massachusetts? Where’s the restaurant you work?”

“Cali,” Heather blinked, and soon her friend did too. “It’s weird, but I guess it kinda makes sense anywhere in the world you could cross through the portal...”

“Yeah...” Dawn thought for a few seconds. “Definitely...”

“Anyways though, I have had plenty of my fill for this trip. Yeah, it’s nice and all, but there’s too many people at home I’d miss, and I can do without all the predators more than twice my size...”

“Totally. My boyfriend probably won’t believe half the stuff I have to tell him from this trip. And if he does, he’ll think I’m a complete maniac for going in the first place!”

“Right?” Heather nodded in complete and total agreeance. “It’s like that one saying. What is it? If nobody is around to hear the tree fall, did it actually? That basically sums up this vacation experience.”

It wasn’t how it went verbatim, but by no means was Dawn going to judge her for it. It was more her own peeve that picked up on it, though of course she’d ignore them. She was right, though. If you weren’t around to experience something like this, how could you believe it secondhand?

“Hey, so, what were those two people talking to you about?”

“You saw them?”

“Er, yeah… Sorry I didn’t step in. They were checking out my ass and all...” There was a moment of silence, then they both laughed.

“No, it’s fine, I understand.” Still, Dawn didn’t like to think how she would’ve been reacting if she hadn’t gotten away so smoothly. Depending on how things went, the difference between a bystander or an active participant could have vastly changed the outcome. “I fell over and the female one was acting like I practically broke my leg.” She could still feel the phantom pats all over her body. “That, and I guess she was a little curious about our dimension.” Hopefully that’s all it was.

“They didn’t say anything about me, did they?”

The stupid laundry list of questions she was asked by the Amazon came to mind. “No, I think you’re in the clear,” Dawn smirked.

She sighed in relief. “That’s good. Still, I can’t get over that. Like, really? Making tiny adults babies forever? Or at least until you get sick of them? How does shit like that even get popular?”

“Again, no idea.” Something strange suddenly popped back into her head. “Actually, they were talking about how a daycare was opening near there place, and how it was a ‘sign’ to adopt. Do they really have places for babified Littles?”

“Or even worse, a place for Littles and actual babies...” They both seemed to be contemplating equally as heavy thoughts. “Ugh, I’m so done talking about this stuff. Mind if we change over to something a bit more, like, cheery?” For once she looked fully ahead. “By the way, I think we’re kinda lagging behind. Maybe we should pick up the pace?”

“Sure, let me just grow another four feet and I’ll get back to ya on that,” Dawn lightheartedly jabbed. It felt nice to finally have someone to talk to this trip, even if it was on the last full day.

Heather stole the lead as she walked a little faster, and Dawn took her next step forward, already priming herself for a little jog, but her heart skipped a beat once her next step, expecting to hit the ground, missed somehow quite poorly, lazily launching her leg down. Having an obvious doubletake, only then did she process the shockingly fast motion which had her whisked fully into the air; countless, many feet into the air. She yelped from the surprise alone, and her shout got Heather’s attention, who expecting to find her at her height stared wide-eyed at the spectacle as she tilted her head back and upwards, in what could only be complete and total fear.

H...huh?

Why...why was Heather so far away? Why was she so far off the ground? Before she even realized it, adrenaline was seeping into her veins, and it terrified her because her body was realizing a threat before even she could.

Did someone pick her up? They had to, otherwise she wouldn’t be so high off the ground! She flailed her arms and legs helplessly, as she was faced away from the perpetrator and was trapped in their soft, yet firm grip.

“Heather? What’s going on? Please!” Frantically, and descending into a maddening panic, she shouted her newfound friend’s name, who when turning back simply looked to tremble as she backed away. Why wasn’t she saying anything? She backed away from the evil Amazon Dawn still had yet to see, and backed away from Dawn. But what could she do? A Little taking on an Amazon? Even beyond the lawful restrictions of something so foolish, the biology didn’t exactly argue in the dwarf’s favor either. And clearly Heather realized this as well, as though she trembled and started shaking, something finally must have clicked for her, because she turned 180 degrees and bolted.

“No! NO! PLEASE!” At the turn of a dime her worst fears were being realized. She kept wildly trying to turn her head, so much that her neck might snap; hoping to identify the threat. It was too much to process, how a complete and total stranger could instantly condemn her current way of life and jam-pack her into something much more demeaning, devaluing, and dehumanizing. Her heart was ready to burst from the sheer shock of it all.

Teary-eyed she kept calling, screaming for help, and it only became worse when the one holding her turned in the opposite direction and by proxy so did Dawn. Full-blown streams of tears rolled down her cheeks as she was so easily whisked away from what she thought was assured security. Her life flashed before her eyes; saying a goodbye to all that she had known as adulthood, her old dimension, friends and family. All of it; gone, in one simple fell swoop.

“Please, please! Don’t take me!” Her thick voice trembled and struggled to make coherent sentences. In the frantic and reckless pursuit to survive, all she could maintain were her worried and tear-filled pleas. “I’ll do anything, so just let me go, please! Please! PLEASE!”

She didn’t even know who she was crying to for mercy, because the weight of the world had hit her so heavily, she stopped processing it altogether. Every moment she stay kidnapped, it was another that meant she stray further from the group; the only people that knew she wasn’t of this world, who had a place, and a life in a totally different dimension. It was almost funny, in a sick and twisted way; how quickly the psyche can devolve in such a short amount of time, given what can be perceived as life-threatening circumstances. Dawn didn’t think this person wanted to kill her, but certainly wanted impose life-changing circumstances upon her, hence the manic panic.

As if it’d protect her, or more so that she couldn’t handle it, she sealed her eyes shut, crying harder and harder as she felt the rise and fall of every step her kidnapper took, meaning there was more and more distance between them and salvation. She pushed, shoved and kicked against what held her, but it may as well have been trying to move a mountain.

She heard the swing of a door; they entered some kind of building; one further degree of separation that made her panic even more. Then they seemed to stop moving. She was still most certainly being held, but she finally had a place to sit, as she was being pressed into something large and soft. And as everything seemed to stop, except for her tears, she didn’t feel a hair touch her head, and that’s what scared her the most right now. It became the common dilemma of whether or not to fear the punishment itself, or the unknown amount of time it would take for it to strike.

Her throat started to hurt, as she couldn’t will herself to beg any further, but for some, irrational reason, she figured if she did stop, then it truly would be the end. 

“Please...please don’t do this to me…!”

Dawn finally opened her eyes, and beyond the tears she could see she was being pressed into not an immovable anchor, but in fact the combination of a woman’s torso and bosom. An Amazonian one, at that. She nervously bit her lip, mutely looking around, seeing that the situation was just as terrible as she had feared. But when she looked up, it was the worst, most terrible sinking feeling she could ever experience.

Trapped in its devilish claws, she’d been abducted by Satan himself.

“Have we finally finished the waterworks, sweetiepie?”

Somehow Dawn found it in herself to keep whimpering, as she looked at who had taken her, and sentenced her to an unspeakable fate.

“Wh-why? Why are you doing this?”

Her red lips formed a smile, as she looked down on the distraught, ruined Portal Little. The way she smirked, it seemed as if her extra chin did as well, and Dawn could feel the rise and fall of her massive chest, attached to her massive, husky, plump body. Her orange, ginger perm went horribly with her entire look; the exact kind of person you would imagine to be a kidnapper. She adjusted her circle-rim glasses as with her other hand, a long-nailed finger tapped Dawn’s shoulder, who kept wincing with each, innocent touch, but it still made her cry. The demeaning attempts to calm her only made it worse; feeling the bounce to the woman’s knee, as if her hysterics over being kidnapped could be solved with some simple and fun gravity.

Clearly she looked beyond Dawn’s cracking composure though, as she went on to coo, “Oh I just knew you were the one at first sight!” The Amazonian stranger fawned and fawned, whilst Dawn further and further felt herself drowning in the recesses of her own mind. “You look like a doll! And from now on you will be! What’s your name, honeybunches?” Then she chuckled in the same, syrupy tone she’d started with. “Actually, it doesn’t matter. From now on you’re going to be Abigail.” She didn’t even pose it as a question, or fish for confirmation. She set a fact into place; carved it into stone. Dawn was speechless, as her worst expectations were being met in full.

“Who even...” her voice was quiet, panic-stricken. “Who are you?”

“From now on I’m mama, my little baby!” The excitement on her face was close to driving Dawn to madness. A set of fat, wet lips made a mortifying noise as they pressed into her bare forehead, leaving behind a sickening wetness where they touched.

It was all happening too fast, as with each and every demand this woman made, she could feel a hammer driving a nail into her; pinning her exactly where this sick and twisted person desired her. She had no name; not one that Dawn deserved to know. No. All she needed to do was recognize who her new “parent” was. But Dawn was too broken to try and resist logically.

Bargaining was the only thing on her mind, because if not that, then she would truly have nothing left. “Please...just let me go. I promise I’ll do anything, just let me go…!”

“Really? You mean it?” The Amazon looked closely at her with a scrutinizing eye. Dawn, dumbfounded for an endless multitude of reasons, rushedly nodded her head, unsure whether or not to believe in the woman’s promise, but damn-well willing to try.

Dawn could almost squeal, and find for once a happy reason to cry as she was set back onto the ground. Was it...was it really that easy? Home! She could go back home! Trying to forget such trauma, she already spun for the door, just now taking stock to realize they were in some sort of public bathroom.

“Abigail!” the woman shouted, and Dawn oddly enough freezed on command, despite very much not being Abigail. “We made a deal, didn’t we?”

“Y...yes...” What did she want? Wait, why was she calling her Abigail? She looked back to the door for a brief moment, longing for the freedom that was teased right before her. Could Dawn make it for the exit if she just kept running? The woman looked like she had some weight to her...and that massive bag she had could probably slow her down, too… Was it worth squandering her good graces, though?

“I let you go, now you need to do a few things for me, sweetheart...” The way she smiled unsettled Dawn immensely, but gulping, she slowly agreed.

“Come a little closer,” she beckoned with a hand, and on shaky feet Dawn managed to come a little closer, despite every fibre of her being telling her to make a break for it.

The massive bag she noted from earlier was set onto the ground, and it very well looked like it could have been a duffel bag, it was so large. The Amazon got on her knees, and looked to be fishing through it. “And don’t think about making a step for that exit, young lady, or else you’ll have already earned your first spanking.” The threat Dawn had no doubt was sincere, but she was still beyond confused. If she had been let go, why was this woman still acting like she was her guardian?

“Ah! Here we are~!” What she produced sent a chill down Dawn’s spine. It was a white, plastic rectangle; folded nice and neatly into a commercialized form. And to ensure no details were left to the imagination, the Amazon happily fanned it out, and Dawn quaked further and further as she fully saw the undergarment in its entire, infantile splendor. “Do you know what these are, Abby?” She asked in a motherly tone, and Dawn quietly pleaded no.

She pretended as if she answered. “That’s right! They’re pull-ups! Pull-ups just for you! Aren’t you special, huh?”

Slowly, but in a quickening pace she shook her head more and more. “P-p-Please, n-no…!”

Dawn had become too much of an emotional and mental wreck to coordinate herself properly, she tried to turn around, but instead fell on the ground, whilst her tormentor watched with sickly enjoyment. “Aww, look at my little tot! It’s okay, honey, I already planned to keep you as a toddler, anyways...”

She started to scream once she took hold of Dawn’s ankles, dragging her closer across the tiles. In two simple strokes her shoes were off, and next were her socks so easily plucked off.

Apparently her constant cries were starting to get on the woman’s nerves though, because looking aggravated, Dawn grew vocally limp when a sharp slap collided with her thigh. She sobbed, feeling as if she’d just been charged stiff by a static shock. It came with such force, it was as if her very core was struck. She maddeningly looked to the woman.

“Now that is enough, Abigail!” The violent woman hissed. “I tried to be very gentle with you from the start, but if you’re going to throw a fit over every little thing, I’m not going to be patient with you!”

It all suddenly clicked for her.

This woman never intended to let her go. They’d never even made a deal to begin with. She was still very well-within this porker’s grasp; dancing in the palm of her hand. This whole charade was all one big game to her… She was just amused in trying to force Dawn into her own submission, and by the looks of it so far, she hated to acknowledge that she was winning. While Dawn thought there might still be a fighting chance, this demon was busy fitting out her ultimate demise...

“Now are you ready to listen, or should we move onto that spanking?” Dawn became wide-eyed, unable to imagine the physical force that this woman could pack behind an open palm. It didn’t matter if the punishment were childish; it was a threat of genuine pain. If a slap to the thigh could make her blubber, she couldn’t imagine she’d walk out the same person after a full-blown spanking… The exit already felt so distant now, and everything was quickly reaching an emotionally exhausting point, she’d been expended far too much to fight both battles of escape and preservation, and bitterly found herself needing to make a choice.

Dawn merely nodded her head, with her now-messy hair hanging lazily with her downward gaze.

“Good.” She smugly smiled. “Now you can prove it to me by taking off those pants of yours.” It was all expected, and the worst was how it was going to happen by her own hand. She was approaching an inevitable demise, and she was powerless to stop it, and in fact become part of the destruction itself. Her final line of defense to her dignity, she tried not to cry too hard when she undid the single button, then finally the zipper.

Though of course, she still wanted to try. If there was a voice left in her, she felt compelled to use it. “P-p-please. I just wanna go home!”

“Should we switch to diapers then? Is that what you want?”

“No!” Dawn quickly shouted, then started to moan and quiver over her reaction. She was trying to negotiate over something she’d been involuntarily subjected to; fighting for agency that’d been unrightfully taken from her. Nevertheless, her jeans fell to her ankles, and her final line of defense was on full display.

The Amazon looked quite pleased, as Dawn tried to cover her crotch covered by her pink panties. She knew she was going to lose them, but dear God did she want to hang onto them for dear life. But what stopped her was the absolute fear from how she’d be punished for it.

“Now are you going to be good?”

“Y-y...yes...” Dawn mouthed defeatedly.

“Take them off.”

She begged and she begged, falling off the cusp of sanity as at the same time she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her underwear. It was all so strange; so surreal. They didn’t even feel like her hands, rather, alien appendages invading her privates. And they might as well have been, since her hands were no longer her own; following orders from an absolute monster. She could feel every woven thread in the fabric slip across her skin, afraid it would be the very last time she’d ever embrace such comforting clothes.

The self-proclaimed “mama” was simply infatuated with the scene. While Dawn drove herself to a state of total ruin, this woman enjoyed every step of the way, looking to be eating up every morsel of misery and embarrassment.

Dawn nearly fell over twice by the time she got her panties off. She was a complete and total blubbering mess.

A sick and twisted giggle came from the Amazon as she clasped her over-decorated hands together, leading to the slight jingle and jangle of the gold bands around her girthy wrists. “Abby! You look adorable! Come and give Mama a kiss!”

For once Dawn didn’t listen, or at least looked beyond the capacity of processing normal commands, which is why a guiding hand wrapped behind her and nudged her forward, just about knocking her of her balance. She seemed to be stuck in a trance, or was too scared to disobey once she let the large set of lips plant themselves against her cheek. Maybe it was all a devilish ploy to get her pants and panties though, because unknowingly she’d stepped out of them, and it sent Dawn into a new frenzy once they were no longer on the ground and instead in her hand.

“Honestly, how did you get by in these flimsy things?” She stretched the panties curiously well-beyond their capacity, and Dawn was just about to stop her until what she was afraid of happened. There was a brief noise of shredding, and suddenly one piece of fabric became two. Dawn looked on quietly as so with her panties, so did her spirit go too.

“Whoopies!” She innocently chuckled, holding the torn pair of underwear. “Guess I was right about them not being so great, huh?” Dawn instead looked on in teary anger, biting her tongue to the point it just might bleed.

“Well, we’ll take care of those later...” And into the bag they went, Dawn spent her time fully covering her privates, realizing her new and much more terrifying dilemma.

“Why are you doing this?” Dawn, finally out of tears, coldly asked.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” This beast had the gaul to play dumb. “Changing your undies?”

Her eye probably twitched, as she looked at her in sheer disbelief. How could they switch to such extremes so easily? One moment a pure sadist, and the next a doting mother? Or...maybe in the end, maybe they never changed. They were everything all at once at any given moment, and simply one of the many layers was a little closer to the surface.

Dawn then winced, as she looked at her bare thigh. There was already a large red spot from where she’d been maimed, and it further reinforced her fears of crossing this woman. But it all made it so much worse when she coaxed her forward, holding what sent her into a panic from the start.

Nowhere near close to panties, and seeing its white, crinkly form, Dawn could see the rectangular padding strain against the plastic backing to it. It thinned into simple paper around the waist; not like the exquisite fabrics she once wore. There were no detailed embroidery on it, and instead smiling butterflies and bees. It was a sick and twisted insult to what she once wore.

“Now who’s ready for a pull-up?” The way she held it so expectantly, it was as if she were waiting for her to jump into the damn thing. Dawn didn’t budge, still protecting her modesty, and the Amazon annoyedly sighed.

Dawn wasn’t nearly quick enough to react, as with a simple shove she was on her bottom, feeling the cold tiles touch her skin made her shiver. And in her state of confusion, a mix of plastic, padding and paper was snaked around her feet and through her legs. The Amazonian force behind it forced her upright and back onto her feet, as the pull-up fell into place around her hips once it was further tugged upwards. The unusual girth to the crotch forced her legs just slightly apart. She could only blink, feeling the invasive cotton pressed against her crotch.

No...she wasn’t. She couldn’t be…

The Amazon, meanwhile, squealed with an ear-bleeding delight as she further invaded Dawn’s privacy, running her nail along the elastic bands running over her legs. Dawn was too mortified to do anything. She’d never actually expected it to happen. To happen to her.

Dawn looked to her toes, and could see the padding was well-pronounced, curving down and over. She looked down, as if to follow it, all the way until it reached between her legs; curving fully like a dome, the perfect outer shell.

She pressed a hand to it, and as soon as she felt and heard the crinkle, fresh tears found their way.

“Now why are you crying, Abby?” She continued to pretend as if she didn’t understand. “I thought you liked your pull-ups? Do you really want your diapers back that badly?”

“I DON’T WANT ANY OF IT!” Already on death’s door, she saw little reason to restrain herself any further. Her voice had already been through such trial and tribulation, though, it came out raspy and weak.

The Amazon looked to be winding up for another slap, and from the threat alone it made Dawn snap into two, as she fell to her knees, sobbing. The slap never came, and all there was was the crinkling from Dawn’s new underpants.

“I can’t be a baby! I’m an adult! Why can’t you see that?” She shouted in a disoriented slur, eyeing the Amazon with such malice, but from the outside looking in, it was probably nowhere near as fierce as she’d of hoped.

She was already preparing her next string of insults, but that time would not come to pass, as a silicon bulb was forced into her mouth; first her freedom to the bathroom, and now to speech. What more would be taken from her? She tried to scream when the next part happened, but it was impossible considering her mouth was no longer hers. The bulb to the appropriately-sized pacifier felt the heavy push coming from the Amazon’s finger against the shield, and in tune with her presses, the bulb grew in size. It was at first something Dawn could dance around her tongue, and most importantly remove, but that was quickly becoming not the case.

One pump.

Two pumps.

Three.

She felt as if her jaw were going to snap, the pain was so sudden and merciless. She started to gag; unable to breath. It was going to be a quick death, and maybe there was some solace in that. As she struggled, she couldn’t sit still, ignoring the crinkley waddle to her step as she tried to keep herself alive. Or maybe she should’ve been going for the opposite. Maybe death was better than this kind of torture.

She didn’t know whether to feel pained or relieved to remember that she could breathe through her nose. It sounded loud and frantic as her nostrils struggled to compensate for the loss of an orifice. She tried pulling on the ring of the pacifier, but seeing as the tinier version had slipped behind her teeth, and was now far too large to get past them, the pacifier was effectively locked inside her mouth. It didn’t stop her from pulling a few more times, but the pain caused her to wince, and the jerking motion she used tugged the rest of her body along with it; a testament to how cemented the device was in her body. It’d become an extension of her.

“You can have your words back Abby once I think you’re ready to use them.” She huffed impatiently, and Dawn simply resigned herself to a meander. There was no point in resisting. Nothing Dawn could do mattered, as it’d always be a tiny rebellion easily quelled by a means of sheer force. She angrily tugged at the elastic waistband to the pull-up, hoping to at least damage the material, and in some way get back at this twisted bitch.

A slap to the wrist made her yelp though, or at least make a noise behind the pacifier, seeing as she no longer had speech.

“You are under no circumstances allowed to touch your panties. Got it?” Dawn didn’t know what was worse: the slap, the pull-up, or the Amazon thinking they were still panties. Bitterly, she nodded her head, feeling terribly crestfallen.

[CDfm]

So I did have to put in a vote. Apparently it wasn’t going to matter much but I still wanted a voice. Honestly it wouldn’t matter to me that you decided to go with. I thought all three were great. I did vote for number 3 though because that seemed to have touched me a little more than the others. I was happy to give this a like and I can’t wait to see which one is coming. 

[Sarah Penguin]

Selection 1  is very scary but I'd prefer her to have been with her mom for the story at the end.  Maybe her mom's captor amazonian would double back for her daughter before taking them both off to adaption. *shrugs*